Stress reduces breastmilk production
By bigpumpkin | February 9, 2010
Although my girls look happy, their Mother has been perpetually stressed for the last month. I don’t know what or why but I know I am always on edge. The slightest thing sets me off into a blazing dragon spewing lethal fire upon anyone who crosses my path.
So why have I been stressed?
Number One: What probably set it off was me being the tour guide every day with 2 young children in tow. And guess what, we have more guests coming end of March to stay with us. I will prepare myself better this time so I won’t be so stressed. On top of that, people had demands of me when I was already so busy.
Number Two: My helper drives me insane. May I reiterate that she has a really good life with us and because she has so much free time, I expect very little margin for error. But noooooo…….mistakes are repetitive and there are lots of mistakes. The other day, I instructed her to pack baby’s food into the freezer pack (spoon in ziplock bag - check, jar of apple puree - check, bottle of water - check, food bib - check, face towel - check, freezer bag - check, ice packs - check). When I arrived at my destination, I discovered that there were no ice packs in the freezer bag. I was flipping mad. What if I hadn’t checked? What if I had a longer day out and the food needed to keep for longer periods? I was with a friend and told my friend that I had to call home immediately to scold the helper or I would forget later. So I did. I asked her what the point is of using a freezer bag when there were no ice packs? Later, my friend asked, “You call that scolding? That was almost apologetic.” *sigh* I admit. I am lousy at scolding. I spoke to her in a very nice tone of voice. Almost like she was somebody elses child. No wonder she can never learn.
Number Three: T2 has off days like yesterday frequently. We woke up at 8am and I had my breakfast in front of my computer (like now) whilst she played by herself, then got carried by the helper. By 10am she was wanting some boobs so I gave it to her and tried putting her to sleep. I spent the next 2 hours trying to put her to sleep and finally knocked out myself only to wake up to discover her sleeping beside me. After an hour nap, I had to wake her because I had to pick Tee up from school. At piano class, she was looking tired but wouldn’t sleep. When we finally returned home, I was sure she was going to nap but fuck me running, the baby stayed up till 7pm. So I wasted FOUR HOURS trying to put her to sleep!!! In the entire day, she slept only an hour…….plus most times she wants only me. Should I be stressed???!!!! And it’s not like she slept through the night either? She woke to feed at 9pm, 1am, 3am, 6am and then woke up for her new day at 8am. No wonder she is so skinny! She doesn’t get enough sleep but what do I do???? This must be my number one stress causer!
Number Four: External parties stress me out because they are either rude, inconsiderate, selfish or abusive. These things should not affect me but they do. I cannot stand it when people are so horrible. The world does not deserve them. And this week alone, twice I encountered horrible people of which one was at immigration.
Number Five: Tee talks non-stop. I try my best at this to not get impatient when I am already so stressed. I hate it when I’m busy doing something and she talks and talks and talks. Worse, she will accidentally wake the baby up at least once a day.
Number Six: I am never able to accomplish any tasks set out as baby will always cry for me. Like now. I have to go, but being so stressed, do you think I have any milk left to feed her?
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T2’s first swim at a club pool
By bigpumpkin | February 8, 2010
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That horrible old man at Malaysian Immigration
By bigpumpkin | February 8, 2010
6th February 2010 - Saturday morning, 7.50am at the lobby of Damansara Immigration at the information counter.
He was in his 50s, had white hair, short and a moustache. Wore glasses. Was grumpy as hell. I didn’t get his name because he refused to give it to me. I even asked that he show me his name tag around his neck. If I didn’t get to see it then what the hell was it around his neck for?
So the story goes…..
We arrived at the Damansara immigration only to be told that it was closed. Shocked, we asked why which is when Mr Rude told us in a very sarcastic tone that it was closed. Don’t ask why. Go to Wanga Maju.
Then someone passing by mentioned that the computer system was down.
So I went back to Mr Rude to ask him if they would be open tomorrow (Sunday). The bugger was reading a book behind the counter and didn’t look up at me. He just rudely said in Malay, “Look. I’m telling you we are closed today. I am only here to tell you we are closed today. Don’t ask me about tomorrow.”
The fact that he spoke in such a rude voice and refused to look up at me all this while facing his book really pissed me off. So I asked him politely for his name, which is when he blew his top. He put his book down, took off his glasses and said, “Why do you want my name?”
I said, “So if anyone were to ask me anything, I can quote you that you have sent me to the Wangsa Maju branch (in case that was closed too).” Have some accountability, you mother fucking ass-wit.
He said, “No,no, no, no, no…..You do NOT need my name.” And put his glasses back on and went back to his book. After a few requests to get his name, I gave up. He point blank refused to give me his name and just started raising his voice at me.
I was soooooooo angry that it didn’t occur to me to take out my camera to get a photograph of him and I wish I had but all I did was make a call to ask how I can make a complaint about that old bastard.
Seriously, how would I go about making a complaint about such bad service (totally uncalled for)? What are my options? I was told that the Prime Minister’s Department has a website where you can lodge complaints. Do you have any faith in that? If anyone in authority is reading this, please, please take this up with me because this should not be happening in Malaysia. How are we to progress as a nation when people like this get away with murder? Nobody cares. Nobody cares. Nobody fucking cares!
It’s almost like going into Jusco and asking the staff if they have stand fans. Before they even look or ask or show you, “Sorry, don’t have.” And then you walk another 2 aisles and there it is. Rows and rows of stand fans. It all boils down to education. Reading. Learning. So many people in Malaysia are so fucking stupid because they only know one way. The tidak apa way.
*sad*
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Getting rid of my tummy
By bigpumpkin | February 7, 2010
For the longest time, even after my first pregnancy with Tee, I’ve never had a problem with my tummy. I was always small waited but big butted. Yeah, God is fair. He gave me a big arse and big tree stump thighs but blessed me with a small waist. However, after T2, things have changed. I now have a TUMMY!!! Aarrrggghhhh!!!! I have never had a tummy!!! In my weight loss quest, I really need to start searching for a stomach fat loss solution because I cannot stand having this pouch hanging over me. Yuck!
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Nightmare at Malaysian Immigration
By bigpumpkin | February 7, 2010
We just discovered recently that we were unable to book an air ticket for T2 without a passport. Why does anyone need a passport in order to book a ticket? We are paying for the ticket after all, right? And on day of travel should we not have a passport by then, then just bar us from going through!
So anyway, as it stands, tickets to Australia have been booked for the entire family except T2 and myself because, well because T2 does not own a passport yet. And the most wonderful thing? Tee’s passport expires on date of travel so hers needs renewing as well. The best part? Both girls need to be in attendance in getting their passports done. Talk about convenience. Welcome to Malaysia!
So we braced ourselves for a family trip to the Malaysian immigration after getting lots of advice and decided on Subang Terminal 3 one early morning at 8am. In order to arrive for 8am, we were up at 6am but when we arrived at exactly 8am sharp, there were already people queuing up outside the building. In fact, there were two loooooooooonnnnnggggg queues. I got down to double check if the queues were indeed for people coming to make their passports and why there were 2 queues and to my dismay, they were. I counted the people on the outside that were visible, approximately 80 on queue 1 and 50 on queue 2 (which was the express machine lane). Both queues were not moving and in fact, the one officer who was managing the queues was stressed and could barely answer my questions. Why can’t they just make information more visible, more accessible etc etc etc. Why does every single person have to arrive in a blur state and really HUNT for such basic simple information like just where to fucking queue to renew a passport? Or where to get a number? Or where to get a form? Why? Why? WHY???
The passport was urgent so off we set to the Shah Alam immigration because there was no way we were queuing with baby in tow and a hot, irritated Tee. After half an hour, we arrived like the blind in Shah Alam, at the 2 kilometer long PKNS building where finding toilets is as elusive and long a journey as finding a G-spot in a baby! I bet they were freaking pedophiles who designed THAT building! And finding the immigration department was even more adventurous…..
When we finally did, there were again queues everywhere. *sigh* Time? 8.45am. We gave up. The queue was snaking all around walls to areas you couldn’t even see. There were crying babies, whiny toddlers, irritated adults, and testicle faced officers. I told the Hubs to give up. There was no way T2’s passport was happening. Not that day. We ended up at the warm temperatured McDonalds, all stressed out and tired, frustrated and confused.
One week later, we set our alarm clocks again and armed ourselves with bravery to be the first at the Damansara immigration. They have a children’s queue there, we were told. Whoopeedoo! So we were almost one of the firsts…..parked below (scary place I’m telling you - do not go there without a man!) and walked up 5 flights of stairs carrying T2 in the car seat. Because not a single lift worked and did I tell you the parking lot smelled of piss? Lots and lots of stale piss. Urine. Thank goodness, I didn’t smell shit. When we reached the desired level, we were informed that Damansara immigration was closed that day. In fact, everywhere was closed because the computers were down. The only place open was Wangsa Maju branch. And at that point, I almost lost it with said information officer (of which I will blog about later) and left in a huff. What REALLY pissed me off was that there were innocent people queuing outside the building (we were already inside as we parked inside) waiting for the immigration doors to open and no fucking decent person had the courtesy to inform them poor souls that they were wasting their time because, because…….Damansara immigration was closed that day. On a bright, sunny Saturday morning. They are evil, I’m telling you. These, these……Government members.
I called the Wangsa Maju branch to double-triple-heck, quadruple check if they were indeed open and guess what? The lady who answered the phone said, “Don’t come today! We’re very, very busy. There’s a lot of people here! We only have a few counters open. If you want, come extra early tomorrow morning!”
Screw this. We walked up towards that red coffee place at Millennium but even THEY were not open at 8.45am on a Saturday morning. I am so done with immigration. I almost want to pick up that phone to abuse some people and power but it is that same act that I am against so I have not. How is it fair that some people never have to queue to get their passports done? How is it that some people can GIVE Malaysian citizenship to foreigners merely through a phone call? And these are all friends of the big boy. I hate it.
So as it stands, T2 is still without a passport. We will try again after Chinese New Year and perhaps plan it so that me and kids can hang out somewhere whilst the Hubs queues and we will only go once he is closer towards the counter. How do you guys manage? So much for all of you who said it was an easy, fast process, the act of getting a Malaysian passport done. BAH!
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Do you really need prenatal vitamins?
By bigpumpkin | February 7, 2010
For both my pregnancies, I had not taken any prenatal vitamins because my Doctor hadn’t recommended them. I always wondered why because she had recommended them to mutual friends so I second guessed that perhaps she could tell I was a good eater from my large size and probably had no need for additional nutrients as I was probably quite well fed. But now that T2 is having a weight problem, I am wondering if I should have taken some instead. Thus if you are pregnant, what is the harm? Better safe than sorry, I say. So click here for prenatal vitamins if you’re interested!
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The makings of a crook
By bigpumpkin | February 6, 2010
At the supermarket today, Tee asked me if she could buy Nutella for bread. Since we hadn’t used it for awhile, I said OK. We have been trying to stay away from Nutella and Goober Grape as Tee LOVES them for their sweetness and not only that, they’re freaking expensive!
Down the jam aisle I trotted with her in search for Nutella, grabbed a medium sized jar and dumped it into the trolley. Just then, the Hubs appeared and asked me in Malay, “Kenapa you beli itu?” (why are you uying that?)
I whispered, “Nevermind la….we haven’t bought it in awhile. And she asked me if she could have it and I said yes.”
Then he replied in Malay again, “Dia tadi baru tanya saya. Saya cakap takda!” (She just asked me for it just now and I said there wasn’t any!)
“Oh….Hahaha…..” I managed. What else was I to say? He should have told me earlier!
And so he walked off with T2 in search of other grocery items.
After which Tee secretly told me, “Mommy, you know I asked Daddy for Nutella and he said they don’t make them anymore. He couldn’t find them and he said Germany doesn’t send them to Malaysia anymore. But my friend in school, Alisha, she brings Nutella bread. And she said her Mommy bought it from Bangsar Village. Daddy is bluffing me, I know.” And then she gave me this big grin.
Now, you tell me. Was that sneaky of her? How did she even know we were talking about the Nutella jar since he was speaking in Malay and she couldn’t have heard anything I’d said. Hrrmmppphh……why do I feel that I’m the one who’s been duped?
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Losing 10 kilos in 2010
By bigpumpkin | February 6, 2010
Man, oh man! I really wonder if this will happen. It is already February and in order to lose 10 kilos, I’d have to lose an average of 1 kilo per month. Although I’ve started exercising, I am yet to have lost any weight and this is because, psychologically when I am working out so hard, I think I can eat! Oh dear….I think I need a fairy Godmother to help me out, like perhaps someone from weightlosswand.com. What to do? What to do? What to do?
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Tee, my Olympic swimmer
By bigpumpkin | February 6, 2010
Tee had 3 one hour swimming lessons last year at our local club and because she has learnt to put her head underwater and can wade from A to B, she thinks she can swim. Mind you, she CAN swim. Well, sort of….in a ‘chaplang’ sort of way. She can swim/move without floaties from one end to another. However. She does not dare do this in a big pool where her legs cannot reach the ground. If her legs CAN reach the ground, she has a backup should anything go wrong (like if a shark suddenly appeared, you know, in a swimming pool…….she could put her feet down and run for her life). But when it is deep, there is no backup. And she would risk dying. Hence, she always insists on floaties when going into the deep end. *roll eyeballs*
Yet, whenever anyone asks her if she can swim? I will say, not really….sort of. And she will give me that frown, then confidently exclaim, “Of course, I can swim!” She truly believes that being able to put your head underwater for a couple of seconds and being able to glide across that you are already an Olympic swimmer.
Whatever. See? My Olympic swimmer……still wears floaties in the deep end.
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Removing acne scars
By bigpumpkin | February 6, 2010
When I was a teenager, we had a Filipino helper who had very bad acne scars on her face. My mother had suggested she try some aloe vera on her face every night to lessen the discolouration. Those days, we lived in a bungalow with a garden and lots of space to host aloe vera plants all over the place. These days, I have only one pot of aloe vera in my planter box. Well, it worked! After 6 months of religiously applying the natural acne treatment, her scarring cleared and she looked as good as new.
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Car racing at BSC
By bigpumpkin | February 6, 2010
When my cousins were here from Australia, we spent 2 weeks taking them everywhere! We were out of the house by 8am most days and back by 10pm most nights. The group comprised a father and his 2 sons who were interested in seeing KL, doing activities and eating. The mother however, was only interested in shopping and eating. I had to plan out a fortnight of menus, places to see and things to do plus the logistics of sending one group to A and then take B to the jewelery store. Or something to that effect. Then I had to work around Tee’s daily school pick up time and T2’s breastfeeding and naps. On top of that, I always had to make sure Tee managed to take a shower in between our highly packed days and try my damnedest best to get her to bed as early as possible (this always failed). She does wake at 630am everyday after all. But……
I survived it!
One of the things they did was to do some car racing at BSC. They sure had a lot of fun racing whilst T2 and I cheered as spectators. Poor Tee, so short….how was she to see her car beyond? But life is not about winning. It is the journey that makes or breaks you. Agree?
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Selecting products wisely
By bigpumpkin | February 6, 2010
Whenever I am about to purchase anything big or small, I always do my research. Before I sent Tee to her first school, I visited 15 schools around my area, had a check list of all the things to look out for and drill the school with and spoke to lots of Moms. When I’m buying sunblock, I read the ingredients, talk to sales people (but not necessarily listen), research online and ask friends for opinions. Sometimes, I buy them to try or ask for samples so I get to test them out myself.
This has worked well for me. You should try it too.
The next time you want to look for some acne treatments and have been recommended an application called differin, make sure you read up a differin review before you make a decision!
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My little TRANSFORMER
By bigpumpkin | February 6, 2010
If you know Tee, you would know that she isn’t a princess Barbie kind of girl but more of a Ben10 - Transformer chick. In fact, she was recently teased in school because she wore Ben10 sandals and the boys laughed at her saying Ben10 shoes were for boys only! How narrow minded these little boys are. She wasn’t the least bit affected, of course. She has thick skin like her mother so took it all in stride with some pride and smiled with them.
What my cousins brought down for Tee (amongst a million other goodies) was a Transformer Bumble Bee costume and she LOVED it. Despite feeling so hot in it, she can wear it and run around the house for a couple of hours. She is dying to wear it to a party but the year has just begun and we have not been invited to any parties yet. Phew.
But yeah…..she looks freaking hilarious wearing this Bumble Bee Transformer outfit. You should see her bouncing around and doing her supposed Transformer actions with sound effects. It’s enough to send one rolling with hysterics. My daughter is really, really funny. She takes this Transformer thing so seriously that it is truly hilarious.
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Psoriasis getting worse
By bigpumpkin | February 6, 2010
I suffer not only from sinusitis and asthma but also psoriasis and probably some form of rheumatism too, seeing that my joints are always aching. Of late though, my psoriasis has flared up pretty badly (most probably due to stress) and I badly need to see a dermatologist. But even then, I can hardly find the time to make an appointment to see one! At the rate I’m going, I’ll be needing to seek some adult acne treatments too when I eventually get round to it!
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What lies behind the mask
By bigpumpkin | February 5, 2010
See this cute thing here? She looks all innocent and harmless, doesn’t she? Everyone thinks she is absolutely gorgeous! But don’t let her face fool you. She is one helluva chilli padi, even much more so than Tee.She can scream and SCREEEAAAAAMMMMMM…..SOOOOOO LOUDÂ until the porcelain toilet bowls vibrate!!! And believe me, she always, ALWAYS gets what she wants. You try resisting her…..
But the Hubs likes it. Good, he says. She can whip the men in line.
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Baby who doesn’t gain weight
By bigpumpkin | February 5, 2010
T2 is still 6 kilos after 2 months. *sigh* I do hope she doesn’t fall under the category of ‘failure to thrive’ because that would really be worrying as we not only don’t have Medicare supplement but honestly, a healthy baby is all we ask for!
Everyone who looks at her says she doesn’t look too bad and her eyes are bright and she is moving around as normal, flapping her hands and legs, playing with her fingers, sticking them into all sorts of places, grabbing objects and exploring etc. She just can’t sit yet but since she was 5 weeks early, that is ok too.
Failure to thrive may be caused by several factors including an infection in the gut or some growth in her intestines that is not allowing them to absorb the important nutrients that she needs to grow. It could also be a metabolic disorder that disallows the child to derive energy from its food.
If T2 doesn’t gain weight by month 7, then she’ll have to be hospitalised and fed through a tube. People tell me all the time that she is fine and will be fine, but how can a mother not worry.
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It’s already February???!!!
By bigpumpkin | February 5, 2010
Where did January go?! Oh, I had relatives over staying with me from Australia. I forgot. I was tour guide for 2 weeks with a very exhausted but excited Tee in tow and an even more exhausted baby. Exhausted baby means CRANKEEEEEEE!!!!! To the point that I couldn’t believe such a monstrosity actually came out of me. I swear, the devil had something to do with it all.
And just as they depart, Chinese New Year knocks before I can even get my ass seated on a routine. Our new routine for 2010. I still don’t know what it is.
Tee is settling well at her new ‘big’ school. She’s slowly making new friends and coping well with the work load. Bahasa is shockingly difficult and she’s already learnt 200 Malay words in her 1st month at school. I’m perturbed that she’s studied Mandarin for 4 years and probably only knows less than 50 words, yet with Bahasa, she seems to be flourishing. Hence, we’ve stopped Mandarin classes for now. If her interest isn’t there, we’re not wasting our money. We’ll just have to find some other skill for her to stand out from the rest who compete with their level of Mandarin.
I’m still loving my new Blackberry - it’s God sent. It organises my life.
I’m still loving my new baby.
She is the most adorable thing ever. She is truly the BOSS in this little family of ours. She has just turned 6 months - can you believe that? So far, she’s had apple, banana and rice cereal. Oh, and plain rice. I do wonder if she’ll turn out being a food lover like the rest of us. What are the chances? 500% without a doubt.
Our tickets for holidays have been booked. It looks like it’s going to be a great year. I can feel it in my bones.
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Watching movies on computer
By bigpumpkin | February 5, 2010
Whenever the girls sleep by 8pm, the Hubs and I will inevitably watch a movie on my laptop with both our headphones on. What a pathetic sight! The two of us would lay on our tummies with the laptop in front of us and each girl on either side (to prevent them from waking up because if I leave the room, T2 undoubtedly wakes up - she has a very strong internal radar!). It really is time for us to get that bell tv soon as I don’t think I can stand it any longer watching movies from a tiddly movie screen!
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How to fit into a cheongsam
By bigpumpkin | February 5, 2010
In a desperate attempt to shape up before we fly back to Kota Bharu next week, I have been kicking myself out of bed at 7.45am every morning and rushing T2 and myself to exercise class every single morning! This usually leaves me lobster red faced (and achy everywhere) but man, it feels sooooooo good to be fit! Despite how large I am, I am still bloody fit considering I have not exercised very much in the last 4 years. Fellow classmates and even the fitness instructor commended my stamina on keeping up with the rest. *pat myself on the back*
The goal is to lose 10 kilos this year. Having said that, I indulged in 2 cupcakes yesterday, with 2 inch high butter cream icing. *kick myself in the arse*
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Tee’s heavy school bag
By bigpumpkin | January 30, 2010
Every Thursday, Tee comes home with a school bag that is not only heavier than her but larger than her as well and if you were to throw it at her, you’d certainly kill her! Thursday is homework day and all the textbooks that requires homework, gets sent home together with the heavy exercise books which are not the usual brown paper exercise books. No, she has special heavy duty thick plastic covered exercise books which are super heavy. How fun! Luckily, prefects in the school and the senior students are assigned to help these little 5 year olds carry their heavy bags up and down the school staircase because there is just NO WAY, they can manage on their own. Certainly not my little Tee.
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Stressed out Mom
By bigpumpkin | January 28, 2010
The night before last, T2 woke up every single hour from midnight to 6am just to have a suck on the boob. Yesterday, I shouted at Tee 3 times because I was tired, stressed out about T2’s lack of weight and crying for an hour just before I had to pick Tee up from school. In fact, I was so stressed that I called the Hubs to come back from town to pick Tee up because T2 was behaving really crazy and I wasn’t sure what was wrong. She finally slept half an hour before Tee got off from school, so just as well because imagine me having to wake her up yet again after such exhibits of over-tiredness!
The Hubs, bless him, is the best husband I could ever ask for.
Why did I shout at Tee?
Lucky Nana wasn’t around or I would have been shouted at instead!
Because she got her pyjamas dirty with her dinner (carelessness). Because she ate her hair together with her dinner (carelessness). Because she couldn’t stop talking when she was meant to be rushing her dinner. I accept that these are all things a 5 year old do, I mean, she is only 5…..what does she know? Of course, she’s going to get dirty, of course, she’s going to make mistakes etc etc etc. But I was totally on edge after a no-sleep night and a day of baby crying, all I wanted was for Tee to get into bed so she would get her much needed rest as she gets up at 6.30am every morning. She finally settled in an hour late for bed so I hope she’s OK in school today.
She has asked to stay back at school everyday so she can play with her friends but it is logistically difficult for me to pick her up from her classroom rather than the pickup gate if she were to do that. She is complaining that during school hours, there is no chance of her playing with her friends because they are always rushing from one subject to another and teacher is strict, so you cannot mess around in class. I feel sorry for her that she doesn’t get much play time in school. She is again, only 5 after all. So perhaps I’ll let her stay back one day? Or ensure her weekends are super fun? I thought of sending her swimming lessons at school so at least she gets to chill with friends a bit. Sigh….I just don’t know what to do!
She will attend a school concert next week so hopefully that will be enjoyable for her. She looks up to her seniors and secretly aspired to be like them one day so really wanted to attend the school concert. I thought it was a waste of money but since she really wanted to go, the Hubs would take her, although I really wanted to but because the Hubs doesn’t feel T2 should be out at night so late watching a show, I’m stuck at home with her. And it’ll be a complete waste of money for HIM to watch the show because he won’t even enjoy it whereas I will!!
Sigh, if only men had milky tits.
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A conversation with my 5 year old daughter
By bigpumpkin | January 26, 2010
Mommy: Tee, Mommy is very sad because I discovered today that Bumbo is ruined.
Tee: *blank look*
Mommy: Bumbo was very expensive and I am so sad that all that money spent on it is wasted.
Tee: *still confused* Nevermind, T2 can use it. It’s not a waste.
Mommy: Well, it is….because it was SO expensive that even if T2 used it, it’s still very expensive. I wanted to sell it after T2 used it, so I could make some money from it. But now I cannot sell it because it’s ruined.
Tee: *looking innocent* How come?
Mommy: Well, some people have been using it the wrong way and playing with it so there are now cracks and tears on it. I can’t sell it now. People who are too big for it shouldn’t sit in it and fiddly hands shouldn’t bend Bumbo where it shouldn’t be bent.
Tee: *sheepish look* It’s OK, Mommy. I’ll pay you back for it. When Daddy comes home today, I’ll ask him to go to my bank to take out some money for you, OK? Would that make you happy?
Mommy: Do you think you have a lot of money? *laughs*
Tee: Yeah! My Nana and Kong-Kong always gives me money. I’ll give it all to you, ok?
Mommy: But that’s not really your money because that was money given to you. It is easy money. I only want hard-earned money, not free money. If you want, you can work for me and I’ll pay you.
Tee: OK, then you know how you always ask me to go and bring you your phone? So now, every time I get you your phone, you pay me money, OK?
Mommy: NO!!! All the things you do in this house is so you can stay here! I’m not paying you for getting my phone!
Tee: OK, then what do you want me to do?
Mommy: If you keep quiet for 15 minutes every time I tell you to, I’ll pay you 50 cents.
Tee: *thinking* How about one hundred million dollars?
Mommy: WHAT!! You don’t even know what one hundred million dollars is!!
Tee: Mmm….I don’t think I like this job.
*T2 started crying so the discussion ended*
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Protected: Ancestral Mansion in Perak
By bigpumpkin | January 23, 2010
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Revealing the truth
By bigpumpkin | January 22, 2010
I find that many guys in trying to catch a girl, have a habit of telling them what they have materially so that girls will fall for them since let’s face it, most girls are frigging materialistic these days. I have guy friends who buy sports cars because they think they can catch a girl better this way, I have friends who drive their dad’s Aston Martins to show off to girls, I have guy friends who tell girls about their rich dads so girls will get interested. But what is the point in all this?
I also know of a millionaire who refused to bring his girlfriend home to his house for an entire year and drove an old beat car during the year whilst he dated her and dressed low key. Well guess what? When he proposed, she said yes and then he brought her home to his house and she didn’t believe him. Then she fainted. Now they are living happily ever after. Then I know of another girl who dated a guy who drove a cheap car and lived in a cheap house, only to find out after marriage that his family are very wealthy indeed!
So my point is, guys, never let a girl know what you have or where you come from because don’t you want a girl to love you for you and not for what you have? I’d say 98% of the girls out there these days look for some kind of security. I could be wrong.
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Getting new car insurance
By bigpumpkin | January 22, 2010
The Hubs was asking me the other day to do some research on car insurance and to get an auto insurance quote for myself as currently, I don’t own a car per se as my car is under his name. Thus I have had no car insurance under my name for many years and this isn’t good for no claim bonus incentives. Thus he now wants to transfer the car into my name and get me a car insurance so that I will prove to the Government that I am quite the good driver.
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